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they're clichés because they're true
haste does indeed make waste
Since I retired on disability in 1993, I've been flailing. I've been trying to do things as quickly as possible so as to use my limited time "productively."
Swimming rewarded me for attending closely to the stretch, the pull, the roll, the glide. Meditation has taught me what "being in the moment" feels like.
Every morning I pour hot water between glasses to cool it to 165°F for the best green tea brew. As I was cleaning up my most recent spill, I realized that the internal scold faster! only ramps up my anxiety. And thus I make more mistakes.
I can spend 10 minutes making tea and sink into the sound of the water sloshing, its weight as it passes, the smell and taste of the tea.
And that's fully ok.
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